The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
The Story of Octavian
Two Reunions
Several hours after the revalations, I was off again. Together, Tar-Meena and I had managed to decode the book quickly. It had told me to go to the Green Emperor Way at noon. I managed to get there by noon that same day, and saw a map on one of the tombs. It had appeared and showed me exactly where to go, a small cave up to the northwest. I headed out, and managed to get there just as the sun was setting.
The darkness was a welcome respite from the itch of sunlight. I entered the cave, and felt the intense magickal energies inside it. I stepped in, considering both possible options and quickly choosing.
The silence in the cave was opressing. Then I saw him. The doorman. I ran at him, drawing both my opposing blades. I sliced him into two and took the key from his neck. I opened the door and ran through the masses, cutting many men into confetti. Then came the mages. They unloaded their spells, which I couldn't evade. They apprached in a wall until they exploded.
Lazarus, my prodigal brother, stood before me, shielding me from the mages. He had erected a barrier.
"Lazarus?" I disbelievingly asked.
"Shut up and go! I can't hold them –or him- forever. He wants it too. Run!" He urged.
I ducked into a side passage as he began to wade throgh them, brutally slaying them all. I continued forward, praying for his salvation. He had almost killed me before, but he was still my brother.
I entered a huge cavern. In the center I saw him. Mankar Camoran. He was giving a sermon before a giant statue of Mehrunes Dagon.
"These are the words of Lord Dagon-" He began.
"Yoo-hooo!" I yelled. All eyes turned to me as I flung my best spell at him. I saw it make contact, but he had it in his hand, keeping it back. I pushed with all my might, and he slid back, but I was no match for his skills. He hurkled it back, and it struck the rocks above my head. I jumped down to avoid being crushed. All of his men drew their weapons as he opened a portal and stepped in, the Amulet of Kings in hand.
"No…" I said, still winded and unable to rise from the fall.
I heard a terrible yell from above, and I saw twin blades of fire and lightning slice down the nearest adversary. I watched him chop, then pincer, then dual stab his way through the throng. In the center he was stabbed, and filled with arrows. I then saw Jongard's true face.
He ripped off his armor and changed before my eyes. He grew a snout, and fur began spilling from his limbs. His eyes glowed white, and his nails became claws. The mighty and heroic Nerevarine was a werewolf. He slaughtered them all, butchered them like defenseless cattle. He grabbed a book off the altar. He then grabbed me and an Argonian prisoner in his paws, gently holding the book in his jaws, and brought us from the cave.
We spilled out into the crecent moon's light, and he returned back to his human form, taking some spare pants from his bag.
"So you're a werewolf." I said.
"Yes. I'm a monster too." Jongard replied.
"Well, we're two of a kind, hmm? We can both bring our kinds good names. You already can, you're a big hero."
"Why should we, we're monsters, we both barely deserve to live."
"Damn, you're so tight. I could shove some ebony in your ass and get friggin' pebbles."
The Argonian woke up. "Where am I?" He asked.
"You've been freed. Go home." Jongard said.
"Oh, gods be praised! They were going to sacrifice me! I'm a priest at the Temple of the One, if you're ever in the city, come and see me!"
He ran down the mountain and out of sight. Jongard and I sat outside the cave. "We need some help. I'm an operative of the Blades. They have a headquarters near here." He said.
"Cloud Ruler Temple." I replied, "That's where I was enlisted. I'm a Blade too, directly in the service of Grandmaster Jauffre and Emperor Martin Septim."
"They let your kind in the Blades?" He asked, incredulous.
"They let your kind in the Blades?" I repeated, hintingly.
"Good point. Enough bickering, follow me to the Headquarters" He said, and headed east.
"It's that way," I said, pointing to the west.
"Damn. All right, I'll follow you, but don't try anything."
"What's with this, man? You gave me those Dwemer things, and now you're suspicious again?"
"Oh, Azura, you don't know, do you?" He asked.
"Don't know what?"